Masterbath Day 12
I was out of the house all day, attending Barbara Marshall's funeral in Cambridge, Md. Thomas Funeral Home, if you care.
Best preparation on a dead person I have seen - Barbara looked as if she were just about to wake up and say soemthing. They had her surrounded by lots of flowers, and under a couple of pink overhead lights, to give her a non-dead glow. The sermon was an awful plug for giving your life over to JEEEE ZUZ. Good grief, man, it was a eulogy, and no offense to Jesus, it was supposed to be about Barbara and comforting the bereaved. It was like a big ugly ad for Evangelicalism in the middle of the content we actually wanted - This eulogy brought to you by Jesus Brand Protestantism; try the Savior today! Awful. But the rest of it was an nice as funerals go - well attended, calm restful setting.
After the viewing and service, we went to Legion Hall # 91 and had cornflake encrusted fried chicken, crabcake, beans, scalloped potatoes, cole slaw and sweet tea. I took a break after all that and had a refreshing stroll on the pier, which used to span the whole river when it was a bridge, but now is two stone piers arriving from either bank, but not touching in the middle.
Bro-in-law Scott and his daughter Corrine (cor RINN) were in attendence, which was disorienting. I have not clapped eyes on him in about ten years, had never seen his daughter. Actually, she was adorable in the dorky way you are at age eleven - confident, interrupting, not continuously checking yourself and your clothes for sources of embarrassment. She is already 5'4", and since Scott is probably 6'5", she could be a tall girl. During the viewing, she explained to me all about her current passion, roller derby. I hope adolescence doesn't squash her confidence too much.
I tried when first married to establish some contact between our families, since D and Scott seem to enjoy each other in person, but I could tell my Harry & David baskets of fruit were not successful. Too much distance, too much money? I also think Scott's wife likes D not at all, and I am receiving some splashback from that - I have never seen the woman. We did exchange contact information on two halves of an orange index card this time, but I don't feel that anything will come of it.
Best preparation on a dead person I have seen - Barbara looked as if she were just about to wake up and say soemthing. They had her surrounded by lots of flowers, and under a couple of pink overhead lights, to give her a non-dead glow. The sermon was an awful plug for giving your life over to JEEEE ZUZ. Good grief, man, it was a eulogy, and no offense to Jesus, it was supposed to be about Barbara and comforting the bereaved. It was like a big ugly ad for Evangelicalism in the middle of the content we actually wanted - This eulogy brought to you by Jesus Brand Protestantism; try the Savior today! Awful. But the rest of it was an nice as funerals go - well attended, calm restful setting.
After the viewing and service, we went to Legion Hall # 91 and had cornflake encrusted fried chicken, crabcake, beans, scalloped potatoes, cole slaw and sweet tea. I took a break after all that and had a refreshing stroll on the pier, which used to span the whole river when it was a bridge, but now is two stone piers arriving from either bank, but not touching in the middle.
Bro-in-law Scott and his daughter Corrine (cor RINN) were in attendence, which was disorienting. I have not clapped eyes on him in about ten years, had never seen his daughter. Actually, she was adorable in the dorky way you are at age eleven - confident, interrupting, not continuously checking yourself and your clothes for sources of embarrassment. She is already 5'4", and since Scott is probably 6'5", she could be a tall girl. During the viewing, she explained to me all about her current passion, roller derby. I hope adolescence doesn't squash her confidence too much.
I tried when first married to establish some contact between our families, since D and Scott seem to enjoy each other in person, but I could tell my Harry & David baskets of fruit were not successful. Too much distance, too much money? I also think Scott's wife likes D not at all, and I am receiving some splashback from that - I have never seen the woman. We did exchange contact information on two halves of an orange index card this time, but I don't feel that anything will come of it.